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A little concerned that he seemed to have skipped the Norn's notice when it came to getting a mate, Norse God Loki decided to embark on a path of self-discovery. He believed that the Norns hadn't put a mate in his path, yet, because he didn't know much about living as a mortal. So, in the interests of learning all he could about the human experience, and following a path many mortals did, Loki employed the services of a mortal therapist. And, sure enough, after following her directions, Loki found himself standing in front of his mate.
Let the loving and fun times begin...
Except, Anubis, Egyptian God of Mummification, Death, and Lost Souls, was having a few issues of his own. He wasn't about to reject Loki, he hadn't heard of him before, but he was too wound up in his own human experiences. They included a blond twink named Cooper, a nightclub with staff who didn't know their place, and concerns about what he'd learned regarding Osiris during his father's altercation with Seth.
Nobody had ever worked out if fated gods could live without each other, but with everything going on around them, Anubis and Loki might have to see if it was possible. Loki would only take a certain amount of being ignored before he did what he did best - Being Loki.
Being Loki is an MM paranormal romance story where Loki is described at one point as being something akin to an adorable puppy. I wouldn't write about him unless I could give him an HEA, but he and Anubis do have some fun working things out. This book is intended for adults only - please store your content responsibly.
Can be read as standalone, but reading Odin's story (Special Enough) and Seth's Story (Reconciliation) will give you more depth about the backstories.
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Pairings: M-M
Heat Level: 4
Romantic Content: 5
Ending: Click here to reveal
Character Identities: Gay
Protagonist 1 Age: Ageless/Immortal
Protagonist 2 Age: Ageless/Immortal
Tropes: Fated Mates / Soul Mates
Languages Available: English
Series Type: Same Universe / Various Characters
That sense of ‘other’ was back, shaking Anubis from his thoughts. Another knock on the door – this time, the person waited until Anubis called “enter.” But when the door opened, Anubis knew Cooper was going to be the least of his problems that evening.
“I don’t believe someone like you is looking for a job,” he said as the source of the ‘other’ appeared. “Who the hell are you, and what do you want?”
“Have we not met before?” The other walked in and closed the door behind him, looking more intrigued than anything else. He was tall, with respectable shoulders and a lean waist Anubis found attractive. His long legs were clad in jeans showing well-formed thighs, and Anubis, who’d been fighting a headache seconds before, felt his cock twitch. The man had an angular chin, and pleasant features rather than pretty, but there was a knowing in his eyes that called to Anubis’s soul. Long black hair tied back completed a very attractive picture.
READ MORE“I say, are you in there?” The man took a step closer. “I have heard I can be stunning, but in most cases, the people I meet can still speak.”
Shaking his head to clear the lust, Anubis glared. “I asked the questions first. Who are you and what are you doing here?”
“Hey, there’s no need for that sort of aggression. I haven’t done anything yet. Most people don’t act like that until after they know me.” The man tossed the ends of his hair back over his shoulder. “For the purpose of this interview, my name is Harvey Burns, because Harold sounds too old to be a bouncer, wouldn’t you agree? And I am applying for the part-time job at your club because my therapist said I needed to do things I hadn’t done before.”
Scratching his head, Anubis shook his head. “Who are you really? What pantheon are you from?”
“You really don’t know?” ‘Harvey’ folded his arms across his chest.
“I wouldn’t be asking if I did. Do you know who I am?”
“Egyptian, I’m guessing.” The man leaned back and squinted his eyes in Anubis’s direction. “Jackal face. Anubis,” he said, pointing his finger and grinning. “I’m right, am I right?”
“You’re right. Now you.”
“Oh boy,” his mystery visitor said. There was no way there was a god called Harvey in any pantheon. “Can you do me a favor and smile at me first? Because you’re not going to do that when you hear my name, and I rather fancy, if you smiled, you’d be a stunning man. You’re drop-dead gorgeous as it is. Did you see what I did there? Drop-dead because you’re one of the gods associated with death.” The man chuckled.
“Very droll.” Anubis actually wanted to smile, but he squashed that idea. “Who are you?”
“One more question, and then I’ll tell you. This interview is going well, don’t you think?”
“Was that your question?”
“No, no.” The man shook his head. “I wanted to know, did you know the significance of when a god looks at a person and they appear to look like they’re carrying their own light show gleaming over their head, like a solitary disco ball for personal use.”
Leaning his elbow on his desk, Anubis rubbed his forehead. “No, I’m not sure why that happens. It’s because you’re an ancient god, I assume. A way of warning others if we’re in different pantheons?” Although, when he thought about it, Anubis realized he’d never noticed the same thing with other gods he’d come across over the centuries. “Is it a new thing?”
“It’s new, in a way. You could call it a gift of sorts. Your illustrious Ra knows what it means, Seth’s another one. A few of the Greek gods have seen the same effect before as well.”
“You’re Greek?” Anubis didn’t think that was right.
“Norse.” The man shook his arms out and rolled his shoulders. “My therapist never prepared me for a situation like this, but then I’ve only been going to see her for three weeks. It was her idea I get a job. But this is unexpected. I didn’t expect it to work so quick.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” Whoever the man was, he was doing a good job of driving Anubis to drink. “For the last time, who are you?”
“You know, you really can’t send me away. That shiny light thing,” the man pointed to the top of his head, which sure enough, glowed, “it means we’re mates, so even if you’ve heard some unattractive stories about me, you still have to give me a chance. It’s not like you can just yell at me to fuck off because the Fates or Norns think we’re perfect for each other.”
“You’re my mate. Brilliant. Just what I wanted.” Anubis was ready to scream. He’d never met anyone so damned attractive who was equally infuriating. “This is the last time I’m going to ask you. Who the hell are you?”
The man straightened his spine. “I’m Loki, father of Hel, Fenrir, and Jörmungandr. I also gave birth to Sleipnir, the favored mount of Odin.”
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